Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Azar
S he was soft and warm and mine . And I’m never letting her go.
I held Emma close to my body after burying my face between her thighs and giving her pleasure over and over again. I hadn’t stopped until she lay exhausted and panting, her gloriously pale skin having a light sheen of sweat because I'd made her feel good.
I hummed in male pride and pulled her in closer. She’d dozed off and on, but I could tell she was awake now, her breathing light and steady, her fingers tracing along my bicep.
The furs were draped over our waist, and I trailed my fingers along the curve of her hip, then all the way up so they rested under her tiny chin. Trying to resist my female was an impossible feat, and my cock gave a mighty jerk as if agreeing.
I groaned at the idea of marking her, that although she didn’t yet wear my bite on her neck and I hadn’t come inside her, she still smelled like me.
She pulled her head back from resting on my chest, and I forced my eyes open, trying to appear relaxed and in control. And that was easier said than done, the Cord inside me demanding that I claim Emma, my dragon roaring out that I mark her.
I wanted my seed filling her body, wanted my baby inside her. It was this instinct in me, a primal desire that drove me in the most elemental, male way. It was a need that refused to be tamed or diminished. And I couldn’t act like I had any kind of real control over it.
So when she looked at me with those big blue eyes, with her lips parted, still red and slightly swollen from when I kissed her, all I wanted to do was devour her.
Emma pressed against me again, and I didn’t hold back my groan, feeling even more pre-cum spilling from the tip of my cock and smearing across her warm, soft belly. “Emma,” I groaned, a warning growl that held no real heat or threat. I didn’t want her to stop. Even if I didn’t bury my cock deep in her pussy right now, I’d never stop her from touching me, exploring every inch of my body… taking what she wanted.
“What?” Her voice was whisper-thin, a sexual invitation that was slowly fraying at my self-control.
“I find it hard to think clearly when I’m with you,” I admitted honestly.
She smiled softly… sweetly. “There’s nothing wrong with that, not when I feel the same way when I’m with you.”
I nearly closed my eyes and made another sound of pleasure at hearing those words.
She kept touching me gently, hesitantly, and I swallowed roughly.
“Does this feel good?” Her eyes were so wide and innocent, and when she slipped her hand down my arm, over my leg, and in between our bodies, I held my breath. “Does it feel good when I touch you like this?”
I couldn’t speak, not without the risk of showing her how far gone I was, how my dragon was far too close to the surface. So I said nothing, just nodded and kept my gaze trained on her.
She gripped the thick length of me, and I gave a harsh shout, the air leaving me forcefully. Her hand was so small, unable to wrap fully around my cock, her fingers not touching because of my girth. Her pupils dilated as she started stroking me from root to tip, not adding much pressure, her uncertainty clear on her face. When she ran her palm over the tip, smearing my seed, my entire body shook.
“It feels better than anything in the world.” That might’ve been a lie, because licking her pussy, tasting her nectar dripping down the back of my throat brought me immense pleasure.
She was still mine irrevocably.
She shifted against me, her belly pressing harder to my cock. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, wanting Emma desperately, but I wasn’t going to pressure her.
I was going to let her take control, to pace what we did and how far we went.
She moved against me and made a soft noise, one that was very much pleasure-filled. She started moving her hand up and down faster, and I opened my eyes, watching as her little white teeth nibbled at her full bottom lip. I could feel how she rubbed her legs together, could imagine her sweet pussy ached for me. I smelled her wetness, wanted to lap up her cream until she gave me more when she came against my mouth and tongue.
I didn’t stop myself from cupping the side of her face and slamming my mouth down on hers, kissing Emma, licking her lips before plunging my tongue deep inside.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she murmured against my mouth but didn’t stop stroking me, didn't hesitate in adding more pressure around my cock.
I felt my orgasm rush to the surface, but I beat it back, grunting, unable to answer her, so I kissed her over and over again until she panted. I let her know with my mouth that she was doing perfectly.
My body shook even harder, and I knew my orgasm was inevitable, that even if I prided myself on self-control, it wasa losing battle where my mate was concerned. I wasn’t going to be able to stop.
I broke the kiss and sucked in air, my chest burning, my cock throbbing. I rested my forehead against hers, still cupping the side of her face, her hand still wrapped around my cock as she stroked me idly. I reached between us to place my hand over hers, stilling her.
But I knew I could have gotten off without her hand on my shaft. I could have gotten off by just devouring her mouth, by dragging my tongue along her skin and memorizing every inch of her.
“Why did you stop me?” she whispered in that soft, sexually laced voice she had when she was turned on.
Her sweet-smelling breath brushed across my lips, and I groaned again, trying to grapple with my restraint and failing miserably.
“Because if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.” I pulled back enough to look into her eyes and saw a small, almost shy smile curl her lips.
“Isn’t that the point?”
Fates, she was going to be the death of me, but what a way to go.
“You’re always so generous with me. I want to do the same for you.” Before I could say anything else, she started stroking me again, and I didn’t bother stopping her.
“Am I doing it right?” Her vulnerability and innocence turned me on like nothing else.
“Believe me, I’ve never felt such pleasure before.” She tightened her hand around me, and I peeled my lips off my teeth and clenched my jaw, feeling a tightening in my balls. “Emma,” I grated out and forced myself to keep my eyes open. I wanted to look at her as I got off, which was happening whether I could attempt to stop it or not.
“Just let go,” she whispered and leaned back enough that she could look down the length of our bodies to watch what she was doing to me.
And that’s all it took to have me exploding. I made a deep, rumbling noise from within my chest as my orgasm speared outward. My seed shot out the tip of my shaft and covered her belly. The thick white ropes were a brand, and it caused me to growl, had my orgasm continuing to move through me.
And all the while, she watched as she pleasured me, her eyes still so wide, her lips parted, and a pretty blush covering the tops of her cheeks. I could smell the scent of her luscious arousal, knew she was soaked between her thighs.
I had a full-body shiver as my orgasm faded, and I rested my forehead against hers once more, breathing harshly, feeling that tremor of pleasure move through me in a gentle wave.
Emma still had ahold of my cock, this small, desirable sound leaving her. “You’re still so hard,” she said in an almost surprised, maybe even amazed voice.
“Oh, my sweet Emma.” I cupped her cheek again and added pressure to tip her head back. And when she looked into my eyes, I claimed her lips with mine, plunging my tongue into the hot recesses of her mouth. “A Dragao can get off many times with his mate.”
She melted against me and opened her mouth wider, letting me fuck her between her lips. I plunged in and out, slow and easy. Thoroughly.
“I want to be with you,” she said softly, all but moaning the words.
“You can’t say things like that to me, or I’m liable to make another mess all over your belly.”
She sucked in a breath, and I knew my words shocked her.
I started kissing her again, unable to stop myself. Not wanting to. She was just too perfect and tempting, and the fact that she was mine made me unable to think rationally.
I tried to tell myself to go slow, to be easy. But my dragon was a greedy bastard. He’d been holding off for days on being with her. We’d been fighting the Cord pull. It made having a clear head impossible.
She closed her eyes and moaned. “I can’t get over how good you smell.” She arched her back, and her breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples scraping along my flesh. They were hard, twin beads, the sensation causing my cock to jerk once more.
Emma had her hand that had been wrapped around my cock now on my bicep, her blunt little nails digging into my flesh. They were so unlike my own claws. She was so unlike me, her species fragile and breakable. The very thought of her being harmed nearly sent me into a frenzy, the worry almost too monumental to comprehend.
But I was born to protect her, to watch over her. And I would do that until my last breath.
“Azar. I need you.”
Something in me snapped, that piece of self-control I’d hung on to for so long just vanishing like smoke from a fire being carried away.
I was on top of her a moment later, my much bigger body dwarfing hers, her dark hair fanned out along the furs. She looked up at me with hooded eyes, the blue irises seeming so bright. Her expression was one of pure, unadulterated desire. And it was aimed at me… for me.
I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, trying to grapple with my gentler side. But right now I was a beast, a creature who had his mate under him, ready and willing. She moaned again, lifting up against me. I clamped my jaw, breathing through my nose, willing myself for control.
“Don’t do that,” she whispered. “Stay in the moment with me. Let me be with you. All of you. Both of you.”
I went back to making a low, deep sound in my throat. My dragon was in full control right now, and there was no taming him. He would not go easy.
She moved her hands up and down my back, her touch so gentle. I knew I wouldn’t hurt her, not purposely. Pain for this first time would be inevitable, her innocence and my size something that couldn’t be helped. But most of all, I didn’t want to frighten her with my intensity. Because having my dragon in control meant it would be hard. Rough. Raw.
“Be with me,” she moaned again, and I found my hand tangled in her hair, my fingers gripping the strands as I gently pulled her head back farther so I could run my tongue up the length of her neck.
She shivered beneath me, and I started a slow and steady thrust of my cock against her. She had her thighs spread, and she wore one of the tunics I made for her, the material pushed up her thighs and pooled between her legs. A barrier between my dick and her sweet pussy.
As I moved back up and kissed her mouth, I did a slow thrust and retreat of my hips against the soft junction of her pussy. The mewling, soft cries she made fueled my desire even more. She smoothed her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I rose swiftly, taking hold of her hands, thrusting her arms above her head, and keeping them in place with my palm gently pressing down on her wrists.
She gasped, her mouth parted, and her breath came faster and harder.
I watched her chest rise and fall from her rapid breathing, inhaled the delicious scent of her wet pussy, and it made all common sense and lucidity leave me.
I groaned, “I need to make sure you’re nice and slick, soaked for me.” I trailed my lips along her cheek, over her jawline, and licked and sucked at her neck. I paid special attention to where I’d put my mark, that sweet spot right where her throat and shoulder met, that pale, smooth swatch of curved flesh that even now had my cock jerking and more pre-cum spilling from the tip.
I leaned back, slid my hands down her calves to grip her ankles, and pulled her legs open as far as they could go. The tunic slid up her thighs, and my gaze was riveted to the feminine slit between her legs.
My female was already so wet for me, her nectar glistening off her lower lips. My mouth watered, my fangs tingling, and then I had my head buried in her pussy and licked her. I dragged my tongue through her center, teasing the little nub at the top until she speared her hands in my hair and gripped the base of my horns.
My shaft jerked again, my balls drawing up tight. She couldn’t possibly know how sensitive my horns were, how good it felt to have her touching me like this as I sucked and lapped at her cunt.
I started thrusting against the furs, needing some friction, some relief. Because even though I had climaxed, it was a warm- up, the starting point of the real orgasm… which I would have when I was buried deep inside her pussy.
I sucked the bead of her clit into my mouth and started rhythmic pulls, using my thumbs on either side of her pussy lips and spreading her flesh apart, mindful of my claws on her delicate flesh. She was mewling and writhing under me, lifting her hips and rolling them forward as she pushed her sweet cunt against my mouth.
There was no stopping the inhuman, animalistic sounds coming from my throat, no hiding how my body grew slightly bigger, my humanlike and dragon sides waging war with each other for supremacy on who would be the alpha at this moment.
And my Dragao was winning.
I felt Emma’s fingers tighten even more around the base of my horns and knew she was close to giving me her sweet release. Her body tensed, and I tasted even more wetness spill from her cunt to cover my chin as she cried out and came. Her orgasm was the sweetest thing to grace my tongue, and as I let go of her clit to drag my tongue down her center, I didn’t stop myself from pushing it into her clenching hole. I swallowed all her wetness, addicted to the arousal she gave me.
When she relaxed, I moved up her body, keeping one hand on her hip and sliding the other one up and under the tunic to mold around her perfectly sized breast, her little nipple hard as it pressed against the center of my palm. I kissed her harder, plunging my tongue between her lips and making her taste herself on me, mimicking the act of thrusting in and out of her mouth like I’d soon be doing between her thighs when I claimed her.
“Azar,” Emma murmured, and I leaned back, gripping the collar of the tunic and ripping the material in two. She gasped again, her breasts slightly shaking from the force, her nipples hardening even more.
My mouth watered at the sight, and I didn’t deny myself from leaning down and dragging my tongue along the tip. She shivered underneath me, her hands gripping the furs on either side of her hips as I licked her nipple over and over again before moving on to the other one. I drew the beads into my mouth, gently biting them, alternating between both breasts until I scented her pussy getting wet all over again.
I rose up, lifted a hand, and quickly bit off the tips of two claws on my fingers, and then I was right back to her chest. With one of her nipples in my mouth again, I sucked on her, drawing the blood up and right underneath the surface. I slid my palm along her waist, over her hip, and slid it between her split thighs.
I let my finger slide down the feminine slit of her cunt until I got to the little indent of her pussy hole. And then I slowly pushed in, gentle, easy… preparing her for something much, much bigger.
She was tight, unbelievably tight, and my cock jerked in response. I moved to her other breast, wanting her liquid under me, so saturated and ready for what I’d give her that when I did finally push my cock into her pussy, she’d have so much nectar there would be a nice wet spot underneath the furs.
I fucked her pussy with one digit only, and when I felt my hand become drenched from her pleasure, I slowly added another one. As I widened them in her, I made sure to go slow, hearing her suck in a breath at the intrusion and size. My fingers were huge compared to the males of her species, my cock even bigger still. Her body was strung taut underneath mine, and I knew there was discomfort. How could there not be when she was untouched? But I was slow and gentle, my movements easy.
But her moans told me that her pleasure was starting to outweigh the pain, the wetness continuously covering my fingers and sliding down my hand confirming it.
And when she came for me again, her body seizing, her back arching, and her nipples becoming a deeper shade of red, any kind of civility completely fucking left me.
I pulled my fingers from her clenching cunt, rose up so I was on my knees between her legs, and lifted my hand so she could watch as I licked her wetness from the digits. I groaned at her flavor. My mate tasted so fucking good that my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. I almost fucking came from her flavor alone.
I needed to take the edge off or I’d orgasm as soon as I plunged into her tight heat. “Watch me,” I demanded as I gripped my cock, squeezing the length tightly, which pulled a grunt from me. I started stroking myself as I stared at her spread pussy, her lips pink and swollen, her clit swollen from my ministrations. I could see her cream glistening under the firelight before sliding down the perfect crease of her ass.
It wouldn’t take me long to get off, but this was just the beginning of claiming my Emma.
I felt my balls tighten up as my orgasm rushed forward. I aimed the tip of my cock at her pussy and came all over her, getting her extra wet, extra lubed for when I fucked her.
“Touch your breasts, pull at your nipples,” I gritted out, my voice barely audible. But she obeyed so nicely, curling her little hands around the mounds, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. I came a little bit more, thick jets of cum spraying her cunt, her inner thighs, even her lower abdomen.
I loved seeing my brand on her. Loved knowing she smelled just like me.
“I can’t wait any longer.” The words were grated as they came from me, meant for just my ears, but now they were out in the open, and I was glad. Emma needed to see who and what I actually was. A beast intent on claiming my prize.
I didn’t want to scare her with my intensity, but when she spread her thighs even wider, gave me a little moan, I knew she was ready.
My gaze went up to her neck, my body heating even further, my cock still rock-hard. I positioned the tip at her entrance, one hand on the furs beside her small body, the other keeping a hold of my shaft as I pushed just the head in. I watched as her flesh yielded and stretched around the bulbous tip. I snapped my gaze up to her face, gauging her reaction, her discomfort and pleasure. I needed this to be good for her.
I pushed in another inch, and her eyes widened, a small sound of shock and pain leaving her. “You’re so big, Azar. It’s almost too big.”
I closed my eyes and groaned. “You were made for me and me for you.” But I stilled to give her time in case she wasn’t fully ready.
“Azar,” she whispered, and I forced my eyes open to see her shaking her head, her hands sliding up my biceps and curling along my shoulders. “Don’t stop. I’m okay.”
I exhaled and wanted to argue, to tell her I would wait an eternity for her to be ready, but she shook her head again.
“I’m okay. I want this. I want you .”
I pushed in another inch, continuing my slow and steady motion, giving her time to adjust to my size. But my jaw was clenched, my teeth ready to crack from the force and restraint I was using not to slam deep into her.
My mate was just so tight, so hot and wet.
And then I was buried fully in her, my balls resting against the perfect mounds of her bottom, her tight, hot heat clenching around my length. It took all my willpower not to retreat and thrust. Retreat and thrust.
“My Emma,” I whispered softly and leaned down to kiss her gently. “I hate that I’m hurting you.”
She cupped either side of my face, her hands so tiny, her touch meaning so much to me. “I want this. I want you .” I pulled back, and she smiled at me. “I won’t break.”
I started to pull out and heard the hitch in her voice. It wasn’t from pain… but from pleasure. I could scent her need rising, that pleasure pushing the discomfort back. I kept a slow, steady pace, always gauging her reaction, and although it was hard to go slow, my instincts telling me to fuck her, to be rough in the Dragao way so my mate knew I was virile and strong, I went gentle. I had to. She was so very soft and tender and couldn't withstand the kind of passion my kind could give. Not yet at least. Not for the first time.
I slipped my hand between our bodies and found the little nub that got her off quickly every time I sucked on it. I rubbed the little button back and forth, and Emma moaned, her nails digging into my flesh and causing the most delicious spark of pain to mix with my ecstasy.
“Oh, Azar,” she moaned loud and long, and her breasts thrust out as she arched her back, orgasming for me.
It was hard to control myself and not fill her up. I wanted to, but I wanted my fangs embedded in her throat when I did that, when I gave her my seed and claimed my female officially for the first time.
I never stopped thrusting in and out of her, purposefully making my movements steady and slow, because I knew if I went any faster, I’d break and shatter into far too many pieces to try to control.
When she relaxed against the furs and gave me a satisfied smile, I pulled out of her so swiftly she made a disappointed sound. I felt my Dragao rising, my dragon taking on even more control, because he knew now was the time we’d finally have our female.
“Azar?” Emma whispered, but I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.
I flipped her over and positioned Emma on her hands and knees, pulling the long fall of her hair away so the side of her neck was bared. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide, her little white teeth pulling at her bottom lip. I slid my palm down the line of her back, my skin so much tanner than hers, my hand dwarfing her waist as I curled my fingers around her feminine curves.
And then I leaned back even farther and stared between her spread thighs, seeing how glossy she was, seeing a little bit of blood mixed in. A sound of distress left me before I could stop it, thinking I’d hurt her too badly with my passion. She must’ve known what I was thinking, because I saw her shaking her head and snapped my gaze up to look into her eyes.
“That’s normal,” she whispered. “Or so I’ve been told. Blood during the first time is normal for a human woman.”
I felt the tension slightly leave me, but even if this was normal for human females, I’d still inadvertently harmed her, and that was just as painful. I believed her, but I still didn’t like it. I didn't like the idea that I'd wounded my little mate. Maybe it looked like I wouldn’t continue, the worry covering my expression, because a second later she spread her knees even wider, lifted her ass higher, and my lust slammed back to the forefront.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “I want this. I want you , Azar.”
I felt my body shift, my muscles starting to contract, my limbs shaking as I fought with my dragon for supremacy. There was no point. It was a losing battle where he was concerned. And so I didn’t stop myself from cupping each side of her perfectly rounded ass, spreading the cheeks, and burying my face between her legs. I inhaled deeply, her scent sweet yet musky.
I ran my tongue from her clit to her tiny hole, pushing the muscle inside, feeling her clench around me. I licked at her arousal, the flavor of her innocent blood covering my tongue and mixing with her nectar. I groaned in possessiveness.
I gave her center one more long, lingering lick before I rose again and held her gaze with my own as I ran my tongue along my lips, sucking up every drop of her arousal. She was breathing harder, her hands curled tightly into the furs, her back having this gorgeous feminine arch that popped her ass out.
“My Emma.” I grabbed my cock and placed the tip back at her entrance, and while still holding her gaze with mine, I plunged into her, feeling her pussy yield to my girth at the same time her inner muscles clenched around me.
My head fell back on my neck, but I kept my gaze locked on her, a groan spilling from me, one that was deep and violent in nature. With my hands on her hips, I started to fuck her, everything so cloudy in my mind that I wasn’t seeing straight, wasn’t hearing anything. All I could do was feel Emma surrender to me and my dragon.
And the more I kept pushing in and out of her, the more my beast took control until all I could do was stare at the curve of her neck, my mouth watering, my fangs tingling. As if she read my mind, Emma tipped her head to the side even more, the long fall of her dark hair hanging to the side over her shoulder, the locks moving back and forth as I fucked her.
I should’ve been mindful of how rough I was being, how feral and untamed. I knew my touch was probably leaving marks on her pale flesh, my passion too wild to contain. But I could hear her moans of desire, smell her wet pussy as she got even more turned on.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded, my dragon issuing the command. She made a sound in her throat and snaked her hand down to rub her clit. She closed her eyes, and her next climax strangled my cock.
I had my hand pressed between her breasts and lifted her up so her back was flush with my chest and we were both on our knees. She tilted her head, and my mouth opened on its own. The anticipation of biting her gave me another harsh surge of pleasure.
“Do it.” And when she came for me again, I didn’t deny either one of us.
She was mine from the very moment I saw her, and now this was just the branding that would ensure no one ever took her from me. I struck her neck harder than I should have, but I had no control anymore. I sank my fangs into her pliant, soft flesh. She made a sound of discomfort before I moved my other hand down, gently pushing her fingers away, and took over rubbing her clit.
Emma’s sound of pain turned into a moan of ecstasy as she came apart against me, her breasts shaking from my forceful fucking, her blood filling my mouth and washing down my throat. I would now forever have a part of her in me, and she’d always have a part of me in her.
We were linked. Tied until the end of time.
No one would ever take her from me. I’d kill them if they even thought they could.
I felt my orgasm explode out of me, my balls drawing up tight, my seed shooting up my shaft and filling up my Emma. I knew she could feel it, the hotness of my cum, the thickness of it as I made her take all of it. It was a massive load, the biggest orgasm I’d ever had. My first real one, because I was finally inside my female.
“Oh… gods. Azar ,” she moaned, her eyes closed, pretty red lips parted as she breathed harshly.
I let go of her neck, running my tongue over the twin puncture marks that would eventually heal, but ones that would always be present… the most beautiful scar. A part of me wanted her to give me the same, a branding that would show the world I was hers. I let my head fall back slightly, closed my eyes, and felt one last tremor of my orgasm rush through me and fill her.
My dragon burst forth and roared out that we were complete in all ways. When I was finally spent, my cock no longer hard, I slipped free of the perfect feeling of being buried in my mate. She instantly collapsed onto the furs, her head turned to the side as she panted, beads of sweat lining her brow.
I looked between her still-spread thighs and could see my seed starting to slip out and cover the sleeping platform. That had male pride filling me. I’d filled her up and would continue until she was big and round and even more beautiful because she carried my child.
I gave the center of her back one lingering kiss before I lay down beside her and pulled her against me, her back to my chest. I never wanted to let go.
“And I don’t want you to,” she whispered, and I knew then I’d said those words aloud. And I was glad for that.
“My Emma,” I rumbled, and the content sigh she let out was the greatest sound I’d ever heard. I buried my face in her hair, her scent now forever mixed with mine. How have I ever lived without her? How would I ever live without her?
I let my hand rest on her flat belly, wondering if my seed was now taking root, if she’d soon become big with my young.
To provide for, protect, and cherish this female in my arms was my greatest task in the world. And until the day I took my last breath, I’d make sure I accomplished all those things and more.